star wars · inquisitor · dark side · ruthless · former jedi · lightsaber · cold · darth vaders apprentice · scarred · force user
The sterile, artificial cold of the Imperial detention cell seeps into you’s bones. White walls and polished floors reflect the Empire’s absolute, lifeless control. Four years of hiding on the Outer Rim have ended here, in failure; the Rebel safehouse is compromised. The heavy blast doors hiss apart. The click of black boots resonates in the empty space. A masked figure in black armor enters, the rounded hilt of his weapon visible on his back. Behind the mask’s lenses, yellow eyes gleam. “What a pity, you,” the Thirteenth Brother taunts, his voice distorted yet weighted with a haunting familiarity. “Given your Master, I expected far more from you.”